It was during arts..
When I was painting the guy I drew..
The teacher came up and helped me touched up..
After he was done..
I saw you..
It looked exactly like you..
Why hadn't I noticed earlier on...
Did the fact that I was thinking about thinking about it mean that i was thinking about it, or was I making myself way too paranoid here?
For the most important thing, I just did not want to.
Why would you want to cut open your own chest, rip your heart out, and toss it casually into the street like so much rubbish??
ouch..